remarkable answers to the prayers of Mr. Barrett were numerous and varied. His
absolute dependence upon God for all temporal needs, being without
a home, earthly possessions, or humanly provided support, was a
condition that called for the exercise and tended toward the development of
great faith in God. In the conquering of unbelief, his habit of incessant
prayer had no small part. If all the instances of remarkable answers to his
prayers were contained in a book, it would doubtless be a goodly-sized
volume. Many of them, however, are hidden in obscurity or lost in oblivion.
prayers alone were most remarkable; for the infinitesimal, the wonderful, and
the seemingly impossible things he frequently asked for were astounding.
Every condition of human need was spanned by his simple, mighty faith. When
he prayed, prayerful and believing saints were some times astonished, and
when God answered, they were amazed beyond reason. His admonition to all was
to "talk faith and pray faith."
experience in procuring money for traveling and other expenses in answer to
prayer, and his faith and trust in God were so simple and great, that it did
not seem to greatly concern him when his pocket-book was empty and he felt
the call of the Spirit to immediate departure for other points of labor. Nor
was he much concerned, or his faith vacillating, if the Lord deferred
providing for his fare until he was on the train en route. In going from
place to place, his part in the will of God was carried out promptly and
splendidly, and the Lord never permitted him to be disappointed because of
lack of means to travel.
Faith as firm as Gibraltar
once assisting in a revival-meeting in Cleveland, Ohio, and
ending his labors there, was led to go to a certain place in New York state. As
it was not customary for him to receive collections in meetings where he
labored, but was ever honored with the Pauline experience of being "poor
yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet possessing all things," he
left that meeting without money. But his faith was as firm as Gibraltar,
and had a monetary valuation equivalent to the greatest exigency. Following
the leading of the Spirit, he proceeded toward the railroad depot. On his way
there he had to cross a bridge, and as he walked prayerfully along over the
stream he was suddenly approached by a stranger who accosted him and said,
"I feel as though I ought to give you five dollars," and forthwith
taking the money from his pocket, handed it to him. Mr. Barrett thanked the
gentleman, who without further conversation bade him "good
Instances of Divine Healing
special gift of divine healing apparently had no part in Mr. Barrett's
equipment for service in the Lord's work. However, many persons were healed in
answer to his prayers. In that respect, for one who did not have that gift,
his faith was most remarkable. In receiving answers to prayer for his own
afflictions, he was less fortunate perhaps than those for whom he prayed.
That, however, is given as a matter of personal opinion.
Methodist preacher once had a sick horse, which could not eat. Brother
Barrett became greatly concerned about it. He said, "Let's pray,"
and got down on his knees; and in his simple way, he said: "O Lord, this
horse is sick and can not eat its corn. Now Thou canst make it well, so it
can eat all right; we ask it for Jesus' sake, amen.' The horse got well.
Edward M. Sandys writes: "While holding meetings at East Hickory, Pennsylvania, I was
taken quite sick and had to close the meeting. I went to Tidioute to see a
physician, thinking that I would have to have an operation performed. Taking
an early morning train, I stopped at the home of Brother and Sister Milan
Smith, arriving just as they were having morning prayers. Brother Barrett was
there, and he prayed in his unique, earnest way for God to heal my body.
Sister Smith caught the spirit of the prayer and cried, 'His body, Lord,'
several times, clapping her hands. I felt a strange sensation go through my
entire being. All pain left my body, and I had such a sense of being freed
from physical infirmity. I went out doors and discovered that I was healed.
That was my first experience in divine healing for the body. I returned to East
Hickory and began revival services and
God gave us a glorious revival."
An Account of the Dispersion of a Storm
second camp-meeting held at Tionesta,
in the year of 1880, a most remarkable answer to Mr. Barrett's prayer was exhibited,
in which a severe and disastrous storm was dispersed. One afternoon the
congregation had assembled for the service. The stand was filled
with preachers, and Rev. E. P. Hart was to deliver the sermon. Just as he
announced his text and began to speak, large drops of rain began to fall. A
storm had been gathering for some time, and was heading seemingly straight
for the campground. Vivid lightning flashes, accompanied by loud peals of
thunder, rent the air, and the alarming apprehension of a fierce electric
storm seized the minds of the people. However, for some unknown reason, the
large congregation were motionless, except as the rain began to fall they
hoisted a good many umbrellas. At that moment Brother Hart said calmly, 'I do
not like to preach to umbrellas; Brother Barrett, please lead us in prayer.'
The preachers all dropped upon their knees, and in a
short, simple prayer, Brother Barrett asked the Lord to turn the storm aside,
giving as reasons that the people had gathered to hear Brother Hart preach,
and that much good might be done. As we arose from our knees, the rain ceased
to fall on us. The storm divided and went on both sides of the camp-ground,
devastating crops, trees, and bridges in its path on each side. The people
remained in their seats and the sermon was resumed. But after speaking a few
minutes, the astonished look on the faces of the people in the congregation,
as they gazed at the storm on the right hand and on the left, and at the
preachers, and especially at Brother Barrett, was noticed by him. He saw that
he did not have their attention. Pausing a moment as he looked with his
characteristic smile around on the people, he said softly, 'Don't be alarmed;
this is not the first time I have witnessed direct answer to Brother
Barrett's prayers.' From that time he had their attention, and preached one
of the most powerful sermons to which I have ever listened. Many were the
slain of the Lord that day, and eternity alone will reveal the good
accomplished." (Rev. D. B. Tobey.)
Scared Out of a Mine and Saved in Answer to Prayer
revival-meeting at Braddock, a coal miner, who had backslidden from God, was
made the subject of Mr. Barrett's prayers with marvelously quick results. Mr.
Barrett inquired one day of the miner's wife how her husband was getting
along spiritually. She said he was not making any effort to recover his lost
experience, and asked him to pray for her wayward companion. "We, will
pray for him now," said Mr. Barrett, and getting on their knees he asked
the Lord to send pungent conviction upon him, and to save his soul, including
in his prayer these words, "Bring him out of the mine immediately if
Thou hast to scare him out." In a short time some one was heard at the door,
and the miner walked in. Upon being asked as to the reason for his coming
home at such an hour when other miners were still working, he replied, in a
voice that betrayed deep agitation, that he had heard noises in the mine as
though it were going to cave in and was afraid to remain any longer. Mr.
Barrett's prayer was further answered that evening, just as he expected that
it would be, when the miner attended the services, went to the mourner's
bench and was grandly saved.
The Elements Controlled
year 1898, at the Blairsville, Pennsylvania,
camp-meeting, a heavy rain was averted in answer to the prayer of Mr.
Barrett. At the beginning of the service one morning, it was evident to all present
that a severe storm was brewing. The sky hung heavy with dark clouds, and
just as the preacher began to speak, it commenced to rain, with every
indication of a drenching storm. Umbrellas arose like pop-corn over a fire,
and the people started away in squads. At that juncture, the district elder
announced that the services would be concluded in the tabernacle, or large
tent, whereupon Mr. Barrett sprang to his feet and said, "Everybody put
down your umbrellas, and it will quit raining." He spoke as one having
authority; for he uttered that command under inspiration of the Holy Spirit.
The umbrellas went down, and the rain stopped so instantly that people paused
and looked at one another in astonishment. The scattering crowds returned,
sat down, and gave impressive attention to the preaching of the word. The
promptness of the unsaved people and the formal professors in putting down
their umbrellas was to many almost as remarkable as
the immediate stopping of the rain.
A Photographer's Bill Collected in Answer to Prayer
year 1886 Brother Barrett came to Mt.Washington (Pittsburgh) to a
meeting. Mr. Platt and I invited him to come to see us. He was very much
pleased, and raising his hand he said, 'Thank God for a hitching-post in Pittsburgh. After
that he came frequently, staying several days to rest. When about to leave
our home, he would have prayer, and would ask the Lord to send in some of the
old bills that were due my husband, and which we never expected to get, to
repay us for our kindness to him. And I want to say that they were always
paid. Sometimes when a bill was hard to collect, Mr. Platt would say we would
have to get Brother Barrett to pray for its payment. (Mrs. H. E. Platt.)
The Preacher's Flour Barrel and Table Replenished
instance given below is furnished by Rev. S. Sager: While I was on the
circuit, just before I came down with nervous prostration, Brother Barrett
came to my home one time. He had dinner with us, and after dinner had a
wonderful time in secret prayer. As he was about to leave us, I prevailed on
him to stay with me; for I was feeling bad. My wife then called me to one
side and said, that I should not urge him to stay, as we did not have much in
the house to eat. But I told her I felt that he ought to stay, and he did.
The next morning as my wife was using the last flour in preparing breakfast,
a grocery-man drove up to the house and left a sack of flour in the kitchen,
and while we were yet at the breakfast table, a rap came at the front door. I
opened the door, and a man stood there with a large basket of groceries.
After asking him to come in, he said, 'I am in a hurry; will you please empty
the basket.' Upon inquiry as to who had sent the groceries, he said that a
wealthy lady, a member of the Presbyterian church, had sent them. She had
been dreaming about us, and when she awoke, felt troubled, and immediately
ordered the groceries to be sent to us. The basket contained five or six
dollars worth of groceries."
A River Flood in Answer to Prayer
Rev. D. B.
Tobey here recounts a most remarkable answer to prayer, which shows Mr.
Barrett's extraordinary faith in God:
In the spring
of 1879 I had a large fleet of lumber, containing about seven hundred
thousand feet, that was stuck in the Ohio
river two hundred and fifty miles below Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My
family was with me on the raft and we waited about two weeks for a rise in
the river; but the river got very low, and there was no sign of a flood.
Finally, packing our goods, we went home, to Panther Rock, Forest
leaving two men in charge of the raft. We reached Hickory, a small
town a few miles from our home, on Friday evening, and found that it was the
beginning of Presiding Elder R. W. Hawkins' quarterly-meeting. Rev. J.
Barnhart was the preacher in charge and Brother Barrett was in attendance.
The quarterly-meeting was a time of refreshing and power. On Monday morning,
with my family I started for my mills at Panther Rock. Brother Barrett, who
had learned the circumstances in connection with my raft, immediately
afterward retired to the barn of Brother Keister to pray. Climbing into the
hay mow, he asked God to send rain to take my lumber off the bar and permit
me to deliver it to Louisville, Kentucky, and return in time for the coming
camp-meeting to be held at Tionesta, Pennsylvania, the following August.
After spending about two hours in prayer, he went out in search of Brother
Barnhart. When he found him, both went to the barn and remained there a long
time, during which several seasons of prayer followed. Finally, Brother
Barrett sprang to his feet and exclaimed, Glory, glory! Hallelujah! I see Brother
Tobey's raft gliding down the Ohio
as if it were in a river of oil.' I knew nothing about the praying for a
flood at that time.
Monday night it began to rain. Tuesday I went to Tionesta; it still rained.
Wednesday I went to Pittsburgh,
and the rain continued to fall moderately. Taking a boat at Pittsburgh, I
arrived that evening at the place where my raft was tied. Just as the boat
came in sight of the raft, it was swinging off the bar. The line held it, and
it swung to the shore; but the river did not rise another inch. There I was,
four hundred miles from home, with a water-soaked monster of a raft, and only
two men to run it. I needed twelve more men, experienced river men, and a
pilot. The next day, Thursday, I spent with my two men fixing up the raft and
getting ready to pull out. About in the forenoon a passenger
steamboat came up the river, and to my surprise on board stood my favorite
old pilot, Jim Martin. I hailed the boat, went out with a skiff, and took him
off, and before night from different directions my men continued to come
until my crew was complete. Friday morning we started on low water; some
places there was not an inch to spare; and the weather was hot and the crew
'green,' which made conditions still more unfavorable. On Saturday afternoon
we landed in a good eddy, where we stayed over Sunday. The following week we
tugged on against wind and low water, and landed again on Saturday evening
for the Lord's day, about twenty-five miles above Cincinnati. If the river
had fallen four inches, and it was probable that it might have done so, we
could not have floated over Buzzards' Roost, four miles below us, the
following Monday. My crew were restless and sulky, and they blamed me for
refusing to run on Sundays. But that hay mow prayer had moved the arm that
holds the skies, and about Sunday afternoon a black cloud
appeared in the southwest; and on Monday morning we sailed forth on four feet
more water than we had when we tied up on Saturday. And we finally ran into Louisville without a
mishap, on twenty- five feet of water, -- a veritable fulfillment of Brother
Barrett's vision in the hay-loft.
that one of the most remarkable instances of direct answer to prayer, in all its
details, that I ever knew. It shows how God will control even the elements
and the actions and course of wicked men and send them where He will; for He
sent those men to me on that memorable Thursday in answer to the prayers of
His humble, obedient servant.
returned from Louisville,
in time to attend the camp-meeting, as Brother Barrett had requested in his
close of the camp-meeting Brother Barrett consented to let Brother Barnhart
tell me about the prayer-meeting in the barn. How vividly I could look back
and see the hand and Spirit of God in all that had transpired.
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